“The fuck is a lot. How about we find a spot to sit and I’ll run you through what I know.” The man speaking has a sharp edge to his ears. His dark hair is pulled back.

He’s wearing a cloak that only half obscures his back is a little lumpy. He pulls off the cloak and a pair of black wings with feathers that glow the colors of dusk are revealed. “First. That potion. Don’t toss it. It can be useful.”